But through the denial I realised that I had to address these results. If I didn’t, I was making a decision through inaction. I knew how important loving relationships were to me, but I also knew how much I wanted to at least try to have children. Until that moment, one had been a consequence of the other. But if I wanted to wait to fall in love again, and allow the time to pass to really get to know that boyfriend, then that meant accepting that I may not be able to have children. And that, for me, felt like it could be the only mistake of my life that I would look back on when old with regret. I knew it was very possible that I may not be able to carry children, but to not at least try was devastating. I hoped that I’d be able to meet someone and fall in love later, without time pressures because of dwindling fertility.